Happy Birth Day, Mackenzie!

Well, I didn’t sleep very well the first night of reducing my Zyprexa dose, but there was a very good reason for it—my daughter, “Mindy,” was in the hospital having her labor induced. I kept waking up thinking I was hearing my phone, but I actually didn’t get the call until about 9:30 this morning.

Here is the result of all her hard work:

 Now, this may be one of the prettiest babies I’ve ever seen. (I’m not biased at all, you know that, right?) And she’s the exact dimensions her mother was when she was born: 9 lb. 2 oz. and 20 inches long. She even looks a lot like her mother, up to and including the scads of dark hair under the beanie.

Alas, I’ll probably only get to hold her once as a baby, for her parents are moving in another week or so and they’re going to pass through here for a brief visit before driving the 2500 miles to their new home. Dad is in the Army, which of course means moving frequently, so it may be years before I see them again.

This is nothing new; Mindy has always been my tumbling tumbleweed. When she was in the service herself, she went to Iraq, and then a few years later she spent about a year in Afghanistan as a civilian contractor. She has also lived in a number of different places in the U.S., and this nomadic lifestyle seems to suit her perfectly; she’ll never be content to stay in one place and do what she calls the “housewife thing”. So this little one will be well-traveled by the time she grows up.

Welcome to your life, precious Mackenzie! Prepare to be enchanted. 🙂